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" There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. "
A Dictionary of Quotations from the English Poets - Стр. 129
авторы: Henry George Bohn - 1867 - Страниц: 715
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The Intellectual repository for the New Church. (July/Sept. 1817 ..., Том 27

New Church gen. confer
...part of man—and on his lines we Kew Church people especially prefer to dwell —viz.:— " There is no death! what seems so is transition; This life...of the life Elysian, Whose portal we call death." Finally, let us be careful not to suppress, or ridicule, even unintentionally, but rather encourage,...
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The Penny Tract Magazine and Christian Miscellany

1847
...longer than God has some work to do either by him or upon him ? M. Henry. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. THERE is a reaper, whose name is Death, And, with...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have nought that is fair," saith he, " Have nought but the bearded grain ! Though the breath...
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The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Объемы 72-73

1870
...strange thoughts, to dream of Oscar Temple lying dead as I had seen him but a few short months ago. " There is a reaper, whose name is Death, And with his...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between." PARAPHRASED FROM THE ITALIAN. Love on thy forehead sits, as on a throne, Beams in thine eyes, and warbles...
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Bentley's Miscellany, Том 4

1839
...discover the art of preserving health. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. BY HENHT WORDSWORTH LONGFELLOW. THERE is a reaper, whose name is Death, And with his...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have naught that is fair to see, Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of...
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Voices of the Night

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1839 - Страниц: 144
...any fate ; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. Shall I have nought that is fair, saith he : Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath...
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The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Том 13

1839
...in the dark. What myateriM do He beyond thy du*t, Could we outlook that mark !' HKHRT ViUGHiN. THEBE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And with his sickle...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. ' Shall 1 have nought that is fair,' saith he : ' Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath...
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The General Baptist repository, and Missionary observer [afterw.] The ...

1853
...mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could we outlook that mark." — Vaughan. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. There is a Reaper, whose name is death, And with his...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have nought that is fair," saith he: " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath...
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The Dayspring

1876
...of death may pass over any of us this very night, and may change our countenances and send us away. There is a reaper whose name is Death, And with his...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. ' Shall I have nought that is fair ? ' said he, ' Have nought but the bearded grain ? Tho' the breath...
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The Children's Magazine and Missionary Repository, Том 19

1856
...these earthly damps What seem to us but dim, funereal tapers, May be heaven's distant lamps. There is no death ! what seems so is transition ; This life...suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death. She is not dead — the child of our affection — But gone unto that school, Where she no longer needs...
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Readings in American Poetry

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1843 - Страниц: 264
...there. He dared not steal The signet-ring of heaven. THE REAPER AND THE FLOWERS. BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with...grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. " Shall I have nought that is fair ?" saith he ; " Have nought but the bearded grain ? Though the breath...
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